The Angry Birds Movie

Okay, come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, boy. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go, buddy.

Come on. Come on.

We got to move. We got to move.

Whoa!

Oh...!

Yes, yes, yes...

No, no, no...

Ahhh!

Aw!

Uh!

What!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Egg! Egg!

Got you.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Ow. Ow.

I don't like it!

I don't like it!

Beak.

Wing.

Tail.

Ribs.

Giblets.

I'm flying.

No, still can't fly.

Notta dodbly leees.

(Not the top of my list.)

Breathe.

Breathe.

Bottom feeder.

Up... and over.

Woo.

Huh!

Ta-da!

No, no, no...

Look, it's okay.

I'm just a clown.

Oh boy.

That's loud.

You're loud.

You're... very scared of me.

Here, come here.

No? Okay. No, never mind.

Uh.

Happy Hatchday.

Oh.

Hi, pal.

You must be so disappointed

in yourself for being this late.

Oh, no.

No. No, no, no.

I'm not late.

Look at the time.

See.

The order said, "Before noon."

Okay.

Now, you're late.

- What?

- Where have you been?

- It's funny you ask. I was...

- You missed the party.

- What is that?

- Oh, that.

Uh, yes.

I fell on the box.

Oh, the squirrel.

That's on us.

You know, I tried to keep my body

between the ground and the box,

but...

No, I think I got a little bruise.

You see anything back there?

Hear that, honey?

The clown we paid

to be here an hour ago,

fell on our son's hatchday cake.

That's why our son's hatchday

party is ruined.

- Oh.

- And the next time you messed up.

Don't tell me a story.

Just take responsibility.

Hey, man.

It wasn't a story.

I'm a screw up

that woke up late

and fell on the thing

you paid for!

It wasn't a story,

I almost drown.

Why don't we just settle this out

and say the cake's on you.

I'm sorry.

It's on me?

Well, who else will it be on?

Well, you know, I...

I'm not sure you're

going to like this.

Um...

but, since you asked.

Rather than being on me

as you suggested.

This cake...

... is on YOU!

So, you want to hear a story?

I run my butt off,

literally, mind you.

To get the "gluten free cake."

What the heck is gluten?

I mean, does gluten even exist?

Who are you?

- Get out of here!

- Already.

But, you're the only one

that has cake.

Oh, that's good stuff.

Anybody want to eat some cake

off their dad or husband?

Who needs plates when

you got this guy's face, right?

Oh, oh, oh, mm.

Oh, wait. I almost forgot.

You know, I'm suppose to do a

quick customers satisfaction survey

before I... weet weet split, okay.

So, on a scale of 1 to 3 stars,

what would you say

about my performance.

And don't forget,

the squirrel was...

... free

- Sorry about this.

- No!

My bad.

Huh?

Congratulations!

- Huh?

- Oh...!

It's a boy.

Hey.

Eyebrows.

Eyebrows.

- Eyebrows.

- Eyebrows.

- Eyebrows.

- Eyebrows.

Oh...

Hm.

Oh.

Oh.

Your Honor.

Our family has always practice

natural child attach,

the risk of having a scramble

infant are too great.

There is going to be music

The nest was going to be full

of beautiful fresh cut flowers.

And the first 2 faces

he was going to see

were the loving faces of his

mother and his father.

We can never get that moment back.

Ma'am, I never wanted my face

to the first face your the baby saw.

What are we talking about here.

He probably doesn't even remember me.

Daddy!

No, no, no. No.

Shhh, shut up.

Shut up.

Cool it!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Am I a passionate bird?

Yes.

Guilty as can be.

It was a quality cake.

Look, I worked very hard

to get it there, on time.

And he wouldn't even try it.

Mr. Red.

We are a happy happy bird community.

Under the protection of Mighty Eagle

We work, we play, we laugh.

We love and we live our lives

free from conflict and strife, sir.

We love the sound of our

own voice too, evidently.

Perhaps you've never heard the joke,

"Why don't birds fly?"

I'm going to tell you why.

Because, where else

would we ever want to go?

- Wow. Not a good joke.

- It kills me every time, guys.

So now, what am I

to make of the likes of you.

There seems to be

a recurring issue here.

Anger.

I don't think I have an anger issue,

I think you got an anger issue.

- Oh.

- Oh.

Anger...

is a weed growing in our garden.

And what do you do

when you find a weed?

I don't know.

But I bet you're going to tell me.

You pluck it out!

Oh my gosh.

Mr. Red.

When you moved your house

outside of our village,

did you notice that

nobody try to stop you?

Birds, they may smile

at you on the street

but, that doesn't mean

they like you.

Mm-Hm.

Hey, you know what?

I got a question for you.

Are you aware that, that robe

you're wearing isn't fooling anybody?

We all see you prancing

along the street, your Honor.

And, you're what?

And I'm just approximating here.

Like an inch tall!

You...

What are you doing?

- Viola.

- Ah-choo!

- What the?

- Daddy.

Mr. Red, given the

severity of the crimes,

I have no choice but to

impose the maximum penalty

allowed by the law.

Anger management class.

Aw.

Pluck my life.

- Fresh worms, caught today.

- Huh?

Hey, Red.

How are you?

Oh, I'm horrible.

Oh. Hi, Red.

It's good to see you.

I wish I could

say the same.

- Ups-a-daisy

- Aw! Ow.

Thank you.

Huh?

- Huh?

- Nm-mm.

- Let's go.

- Oh.

How are you, Suzie?

You good?

No running.

No running.

- Oop.

- Come on.

Hey.

How's that nap schedule coming along?

Oh boy.

Y'guys ever thought about bird control.

Left, right, left, right,

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